LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL
Denise seems so quiet, so restrained, so placid. But get her behind the drums, and a different person emerges.
The first time I heard she decided she wanted to learn to play the drums for the worship team at her church, I snickered. Denise, MY Denise? The one who agonizes at the thought of getting in front of people? The girl who used to wear beiges and browns so she could fade into the woodwork (I did her colors and fixed that problem.)Then I remembered Ringo Starr. He was the quiet one too. Still waters run deep and all that kind of thing. She took the lessons and began to drum for her church. I was intrigued but she goes to church in Ft Wayne and I got to New Life Baptist in Wabash so I didn't think I'd ever get to see her.
So when I heard she'd volunteered to be the drummer for the conference, I was ecstatic. Finally a chance to see her in action! Well let me just say Ringo's got nothing on our Denise. The first time I heard her break out into a flurry of cymbals and drumbeats I screamed and shouted "YES!" Yes, that's my buddy up there. That's my quiet peep who has come into her own.
She's GOOD, you guys--really, really good. I'm such slime. I couldn't play an instrument in front of people if you held my children over boiling water. Okay, maybe I'd try to save them but it wouldn't be pretty.
It was worth the price of the conference to hear Denise. You go, girl! You make us proud.
On another note, thanks so much for praying for my mom! She's doing much better after scaring us all to death with a serious heart attack. We didn't even know she had heart trouble. I'll never look at a Good Samaritan helicopter quite the same way again.
And happy birthday to my new daughter, Donna! Love you, sweet girl.